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I HAVE LESS THAN 309 MINUTES BEFORE MY INTERNET CUTS OUT SO THIS IS A RACE AGAINST TIME STORY!!!!!!!!!111

THEY DONT COME MUCH BETTER THAN THIS SO ALL GUYS AND GALS FEAST YOUR EYESE ON THIS STORY IT WILL GET YOUR STOMACH IN KNOTS SO WATCH OUT AND READ IT BECAUSE THEY DOTN GET MUCH BETTER THAN THIS!!!!!!

ARE YOU READY FOR IT OKAY HERE WE GO I CALL THIS NEXT STORY "THE STORY OF A LIFETIME!!!"

THE STORY OF THE LIFETIME.

THERE WAS THIS STORY THAT WENT AROUND KILLING PEOPLE, EVERYITMNE SOMEONE WENT TO WRITE THIS STORY, JUST A FEW PARAGRAPHS IN THEY WOULD CONTINAULLLY JUST MYSTERIOUSLY DIE, LEAVING THE FIRST HALF OF THE STORY JUST LIEING THERE UNFINISHED. IT WAS REALLY WEIRD AND CREEPY TO SAY THE LEAST, AND NO ONE COUILD FIGURE IT OUT.

IT WAS AROUND THIS TIME THAT THE STORY HAD CLAIMED ITS TENTH VICTIM, AND NEWS OF THIS AMZING KILLER STORY BEGAN CIRCULATING AND IT WASNT TOO LONG BEFORE THE MEDIA HAD COINED IT "THE STORY OF A LIFETIME" BECAUSE ANY TIME ANY ONE WANTED TO WRITE THIS STORY IT WOULD BE THE END OF THEIR LIFETIME, IT WAS A CLEVER NAME TO NAME THE STORY, BUT AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT, IT WOULD ALSO BE A DEADLY NAME TO NAME THE STORY!!!!

JACKO SLEEK HAIR HAD BEEN WORKING FOR ONE OF THE MAJOR PAPER COMPANIES TO DO REPORTING AND TO WRITE DOWN THE NEWS OF THE DAY AT EACH EVENING AT SIX, HE WSA ALWAYS EARLY, BECAUSE A DAYS NEWS TAKES A LOT OF HOURS TO WRITE OUT, BUT WE DONT HAVE A LOT OF HOURS, BECAUSE IT GOES OFF REALLY QUICKLY AND YOU CANT EVEN PUT IT IN THE FRIDGE SO UNLESS IT GETS PRINTED AND PUT ON THE DOORSTEPS BEFORE3 THE SUN CAME UP IN THE MORNING EVEYRYONE WOULD READ THE NEWS AND THEN GET SICK BECAUSE THE NEWS HAD BEEN LAYING AROUND FOR TOO LONG AND IT HAD GOOTEN ALL STAIL./

JACKO MANAGED TO GET HOLD OF A FEW COPIES OF THIS ILLUSIVE "KILLER STORY" THROUGH SOME CONNECTION HE HAD AT THE PAPER OFFICE AND HE WAS DETERMINED TO FIND OUT THE MYSTERY OF THE STORY AND IT WAS THAT NIGHT THAT JACK DECIDED THERE WOULD NOT BE ANY NEWS THAT NEXT DAY, OH NO, INSTEAD OF THE NEWS, THE READERS WOULD BE GREETED WITH THE MOST FANTASTIC STORY EVER TOLD, HE WAS SURE HE WAS GOING TO BE THE FIRST PERSON TO BE ABLE TO WRITE THE COMPLETE "STORY OF A LIFETIME" AND LIVE TO TELL THE TAIL, AND FORM THIS HE WOULD NO LONGER HAVE TO WORK AT A STINKING LITTLE NEWS FACTORY, HE COULD GO ON TO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS LIKE BEING A TOPICAL WWRITER OR A BIG TIME CELBRITY OR A GRINCH.

AT 6PM, AROUND THE USUALTIME HE WOULD BEGIN SIFTING THROUGH THE DAYS NEWS SEARCHING FOR HEADLINES HE WENT TO WORK ON THE GREATEST EPIC TALE OF HIS LIFE, HE WAS GOING TO DO IT. JACKO LIGHTS HIS CANDLE ON HIS DESK IN PREPARTION FOR THE NIGHTS WORK AHEAD AND WITH THE BEST PARTS OF THE PREVIOUS ATTEMPTS OF THE STORY IN MIND HE BEGAN PEICING TOGETHER THE MOST INCREDULOUS PEICE OF HISTORY THE NEWS WORLD WOULD HAVE EVER SEEN, AND HIS STORY WENT LIKE THIS!!!!

"STORY OF A LIFETIME"

BY JACKO SLEEK HAIR.

I WOKE UP, PALMS SWEATY, NERVOUS TEETH CHATTERING A TUEN I WAS NOT ALL THAT FAMILIAR WITH, PUMPKINS WERE GORIWING IN PLACES I HAD NEVER NOTICED THEM BEFORE, AND THE WIND, OH THE WIND, IT HOWLED LIKE A BASEBALL HURTLING THROUGH THE AIR AND OVER THE INFEILD, CHILDREN SCAMPERING AFTER IT LIKE HORSES HOOVES THROUGH A LONELY POTATO FEILD, THE PITTER PATTER OF THE DEW BEING SHAKEN FROM ITS RESTING PLACE ABOARD THE HMMS LEAF.

I WAS DROWING IN EMOTIONS, SOME OF WHICH WERE NOT MINE, AN INNOCENCE WAS LOST BUT I AM NOT SURE WHERE I HAD MISPLACED IT, THE ROOM AROUND ME HAD NO WALLS, YET THERE WERE FOUR, AND ONE OF THEM HAD A DOOR MADE OUT OF HUMANS.,

YES... HUMANS, I REMEMBER IT WELL NOW. THREE OF THEM, SLIMEY LITTLE CREATURES, I REMEMBER SNEAKING OUT OF MY PARENTS HOUSE AT NIGHT AS A CHILD, AND I WOULD WONDER DOWN TO THE MEADOW WHERE I WOULD WATCH THEM FEED, OCCASIONALY ONE OF THEM WOULD SEPERATE FROM THE GROUP TO RELEIVE THEMSELVES AGAINST A YELLOW GUM, AND I WOULD POUNCE. AT FIRST IT WAS PLAY, BUT SOON I REALISED THAT MY INSTINCTS KNEW IT WAS SOMETHING MUCH MORE SINISTER, FOR ONE DAY, I FOUND MYSELF FEASTING ON ONE OF THEM. ITS EARS FIRST, SO SOFT ON AND TENDER, I WAS INTRIGUED, I COULD FEEL THE FLAVOUR FLOODING ITSELF INTO MY BONES, INTO MY SKIN, I FELT ALIVE, I FELT INCENSED. MY BLOOD CURDLED, AS IF IT WERE MILK ON A HOT OVEN, I NEEDED MORE.

I WENT OUT HUNTING, I NEEDED AN EASY TARGET AT FIRST, ACQUANT MYSELF WITH THIS NEW FEELING OF KILLING, I WOULD NEED SOMEONE LONELY, SOMEONE QUIET, SOMEONE.... SO DISTRACTED.... AS TO NOT NOTICE A SOMETHING, A SOMETHIONG FOUL AFOOT... LURKING, BEHIND THE SHADOWS, RESTING ITS EYES UPON ITS PREY.

MOST OF THE HUMAN FOLK LAY DORMENT DURING THE HOURS WE BIRTH, YET I NOTICE A FLICKERING IN THE DISTANCE, A CLOSER LOOK MIGHT BE IN ORDER. THE ODOUR OF CARBON, AN ODOUR I KNOW ONLY ALL TOO WELL, MUST BE FIRE, THAT DREADED STUFF.... I MOVE CLOSER, IT IS A MALE HUMAN, SLOUCHED OVER A WORKING AREA, WITH LOTS OF THINGS THAT THEY CALL "WRITINGS". HE SEEMS TO BE FEAVERISHLY CREATING MORE OF THIS "WRITINGS" WITH AN UNSTRUMENT ON SOME KIND OF SLATE. HE LOOKS ALMOST AS IF, HE WERE POSSESSED, I HAVE HEARD OF THIS HAPPENING, BUT NOT TERRIOBLY OFTEN. THIS ONE SEEMED MORE IN A TRANCE THAN ANYTHING, I MOVE CLOSER BUT SOON I REALISE I DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MY PRESENCE BEING NOTICED, THIS ONE IS FAR TOO DISTRACTED TO NOTICE SOMETHING OF THE LIKES OF ME LURKING BY HIS WINDOW, AS I REACH AROUND TO THE NECK HE FEELS NOTHING AT AL.......

NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED TO JACK SLEEK HAIR, NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE COPIES OF THE STORY, BURNED IN THE BLAZE THAT DESTROYED EVERYTHING ELSE IN THAT NEWS PAPER FACTORY PROBABLY, WE MAY NEVER KNOW, SOME SEVCRETS WERE JUST MEANT TO BE KEPT. AND IN 35 SECONDS TIME I AM ABOUT TO BE DISCONNECTED.

[center:74ab65d24b]SO.... WERE YA SCARED??? [/center:74ab65d24b]